Another Morning The past lies in her hand like a dead bird, feathers spread, feet covered in dust. It frightens her, but still she holds it. Into the sadly turned nape, she reads her own failings, in the steely blue-black... Continue Reading →
Where I Find Belief In the arms of a spruce, a black-capped chickadee, gray wings flat against its body. Among twigs in the thin crown of the birch moving against distant clouds like the fingers of the blind reading the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 